All Day Songtext
von Johnny May Cash feat. Lil Herb
All Day Songtext
Ha, fufu ass niggas
It′s that dope
Okay it's cool
These niggas better play it cool before they make the news
And where they go? Young nigga had to flex in the coupe so I had to get two
Bad bitches, scrap bitches, going for the squad
Its like too many hoes all around me all these bad bitches finna get drunk
She say she a funny bitch and she a funny bitch man they all stuck up
If you don′t give a fuck put your middle fingers up and my squad turnt up
So nigga what's up?
Me and my niggas we have turnt this bitch up
We got hella guns hella blunts
And nigga we'll flame this bitch up
You know I get money like all day
Burn woods can catch up with me four ways
I can send shots at you pussy niggas like all day, all day, all day
How you niggas eating if a nigga take ya bricks and my niggas gotta take ya down
400 rounds and you don′t wanna see a gun sound
We′ll blow a hundred rounds that'll chop ya ho, fuck a block down
Man down, man down, man down
It′s all day, we'll do that all day
Nigga all day, we′ll come through spraying with the K
Nigga that's like all day, nigga all day
And it′s all day, we can do this is all day
Squad!
I can't get no sleep I'm posted on the block tryna make a flip all day
Bro an ′em lookin′ for the cops who got Glocks catch a op we 'gon wax up broad day
All I know is hustle all day
Give a fuck about what the song say
See ′em staring with a long face
Niggas ain't gonna do shit so let ′em all hang
Better stay up in ya lane bro
Stop tryna save these hoes what you think I got this thang for?
Lil bro 'gon let his thang blow
Red Beam on the 30, you ain′t even gotta aim bro
All they 'gon see is the flames go
Everybody in the crowd 'gon drop
Never catch me with the same ho (nah)
I′m M.O.B. so I can′t love no thot (bitch)
Hundred duie in the club no opps
Gotta a whole lotta cash on us
See we in the Forbes with a whole lotta Glocks
Cops coming we driving through the dash on em
Chop saying he gotta hear me and Jonny May Cash on it
Me and Johnny May spazzed on it, bitch
And we stay turnt up and I run up on us
Get ya face burnt up
It′s that dope
Okay it's cool
These niggas better play it cool before they make the news
And where they go? Young nigga had to flex in the coupe so I had to get two
Bad bitches, scrap bitches, going for the squad
Its like too many hoes all around me all these bad bitches finna get drunk
She say she a funny bitch and she a funny bitch man they all stuck up
If you don′t give a fuck put your middle fingers up and my squad turnt up
So nigga what's up?
Me and my niggas we have turnt this bitch up
We got hella guns hella blunts
And nigga we'll flame this bitch up
You know I get money like all day
Burn woods can catch up with me four ways
I can send shots at you pussy niggas like all day, all day, all day
How you niggas eating if a nigga take ya bricks and my niggas gotta take ya down
400 rounds and you don′t wanna see a gun sound
We′ll blow a hundred rounds that'll chop ya ho, fuck a block down
Man down, man down, man down
It′s all day, we'll do that all day
Nigga all day, we′ll come through spraying with the K
Nigga that's like all day, nigga all day
And it′s all day, we can do this is all day
Squad!
I can't get no sleep I'm posted on the block tryna make a flip all day
Bro an ′em lookin′ for the cops who got Glocks catch a op we 'gon wax up broad day
All I know is hustle all day
Give a fuck about what the song say
See ′em staring with a long face
Niggas ain't gonna do shit so let ′em all hang
Better stay up in ya lane bro
Stop tryna save these hoes what you think I got this thang for?
Lil bro 'gon let his thang blow
Red Beam on the 30, you ain′t even gotta aim bro
All they 'gon see is the flames go
Everybody in the crowd 'gon drop
Never catch me with the same ho (nah)
I′m M.O.B. so I can′t love no thot (bitch)
Hundred duie in the club no opps
Gotta a whole lotta cash on us
See we in the Forbes with a whole lotta Glocks
Cops coming we driving through the dash on em
Chop saying he gotta hear me and Jonny May Cash on it
Me and Johnny May spazzed on it, bitch
And we stay turnt up and I run up on us
Get ya face burnt up
Writer(s): Edwin Serrano, Shawn Campbell, Cody Simpson, Kristina Hicks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
